As English Professor Seeta Chaganti says, "Say it, don't spray it!"
This is my university
As English Professor Seeta Chaganti says, "Say it, don't spray it!"
Writings in the Raw
Georgia interned twenty hours a week at the archeology lab. She worked nights at the local grocer’s, bagging her professors’ organic almond butter and grass-fed beef. She crammed through sixteen units every quarter, her desk dirtied with coffee mugs, grounds decaying as she poured cup after cup. College meant sacrifice. Learning, a privilege. One night, while restocking cans of kidney beans, the news came: tuition had doubled. Georgia considered the beans. If each bean were worth a penny, how many more would she need to complete her degree? Or were they useless either way? That night, Georgia sacrificed the beans.
I write.
I doodle.
I'm at work on my first book, a collection of linked short stories that follows a community of expatriates living on the southern coast of Spain.
I care about stuff. Like curing type 1 diabetes. And marriage equality. And rights for immigrants. And public radio. And espanol. And Frank O'Hara and Jennifer Egan and Federico Garcia Lorca and Tony Kushner. You know, cool stuff.
I make postcards that are also stories.
Sometimes I read stories and poems out loud.
Sometimes I go to conferences.
You can find my short stories, essays, poems and flash fictio in a variety of places in print and online. If you Google really hard, you might find the two short radio pieces I produced on a badass NPR affiliate in San Francisco.
This is where you can go to find out who I am.